There is so much to say and enough words to describe them. Nevertheless, I tremble to utter the first syllable with this overwhelming realisation that silence justifies it better. No flower has ever screamed out her passionate fragrance. It just hangs about nonchalantly.
To you my love, I dedicate all that I have never explored in my labyrinth of emotions. You like a mystery, so let us together demystify the heart of a devout wanderer. For at your alter of love, lies the prayer of an alone dewdrop. Is it a tear that fled my eye? No one shall ever know, except the green smoothness of the leaf that held it.
Rejoicing love when your shadow is far away. The whisper of the promise you made smoothens the fine lines on my brow. You say "look no further, I am you".
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